*A few days later*
Right now Gerard and I are watching a movie together. The guys went out to see the new Deadpool movie and I could tell Gee wanted to go also, but he stayed with me instead. Things have been going great in my opinion. I’ve definitely been way happier and our relationship seems to be going great even though it’s only been a few days. I don’t think the guys know we are together yet. Which reminds me, I wanted to ask him about that.
“Hey Gee?” I look up at him.
“Yea?” He puts his attention towards me instead of the movie.
“Don’t you think we should maybe tell everyone we’re a thing? The fans would be ecstatic and it would kind of make us more official.” I suggest.
“Uh… I don’t know, Frankie. Why can’t we keep this our own little secret for now?” I says with an unsure tone.
“Oh, yea… sure. That’s fine I guess.” I say, disappointed. I don’t know why it has to be a ‘little secret’. People shouldn’t want to hide their love and affection towards each other unless it’s illegal or something. Maybe i’m just rushing into things a little too quickly. Like I said, it’s only been a few days. We are still getting used to this kind of relationship with each other and if things start to seem like they aren’t working out, we shouldn’t give our fans hopes up. They don’t deserve things like that.
Gerard moves so his face is right in front of mine. He pecks my lips and runs his hand through my hair before saying, “Hey, cheer up kid. I’m not saying we have to keep it between us for a long time. Just til we get more comfortable with each other and know for sure we are going to be happy together. Which by the way, I have been extremely happy to be with you during this short period of time.”
I smile and nod, “I’ve been really happy with you too.” I pull him closer to me and kiss his lips lightly. He smiles and kisses me again for a longer time. He licks my bottom lip, asking for entrance and I allow him. We just sit there, kissing each other slowly and lovingly, whispering little things to each other like “you're beautiful”; or I love you’s.


I wake up to the feeling of a kiss on my forehead and a little shake. I open my eyes to see Gerard right in front of me, then check the time. it’s eleven in the morning, later than I was expecting to wake up but oh well.
“Get your cute little ass up and dress nice. We only have today off for the next few weeks so I made plans for us.” Gerard pulls the blankets off of me and grabs my arm, making me sit up.
I yawn, rubbing my eyes and then stretch. I wonder what he has planned, but more importantly, I wonder what I have to wear. I didn’t really bring anything nice because I didn’t want it to get ruined. The nicest thing I have is a pair of ripped skinny jeans and an itchy cardigan.
“Umm...Gee? I don’t have anything to wear.” My voice is scratchy and weak from sleep.
“I thought so. That’s why i’m letting you wear my clothes that I already picked out for you. They’re in the bathroom.” I nod, getting up and walking to the restroom.
Once i’m in there I see a nice pair of black skinny jeans, a black and white striped sweater to go along with it and combat boots. Damn, Gerard has some nice taste if I do say so myself. Before I change, I brush my teeth and style my hair. After i’m done with everything, I go back out to the main part of the bus, seeing Gerard waiting for me. He looks over and smiles, seeming proud of himself that he made me look so nice.
“Wait a minute, you need one more thing and then we can go.” Gerard gets up, going to his bunk and I wait on the couch. Once he comes back I see eyeliner in his hand, immediately knowing what his intentions are.
“Gerard, i’m not in highschool anymore. I can’t pull that off.” I say as he leans down and starts putting it on.
“Yea well news flash honey, you're gay. Every gay person can pull eyeliner off.” He finishes up and I giggle. Sometimes he says the weirdest things.
He puts the eyeliner on the table then takes my hand, leading me off the bus. We start walking around I notice he let go of my hand and is walking a little ahead of me. Did I make him mad or something?
“Am I embarrassing to be around?” I ask, stopping dead in my tracks. He turns around and looks at me, instantly having a look of guilt.
“No baby, not at all. It’s just I have something planned for us and if we are late, we don’t get to join in. I’m sorry for making you feel like that.” He walks towards me and gives me a kiss, then takes my hand and walks at the same pace I am. I walk a little faster so we are not late to wherever he is taking me and he kisses my cheek as a thank you.
“Where are we going anyways?” I question.
“It’s a surprise. We’re almost there.” He answers. I sigh, looking around and enjoying the nature and buildings around me. The trees are beautiful and the buildings are old and have character.
We walk for another five minutes til we end up at a small restaurant looking place. Gerard leads me in and I look at the chalkboard. It reads “Cooking classes everyday at 12 pm.”
“A cooking class, Gee?” I look at him, confused.
“And our first date. The first date is one of the most important things and I figured nothing could go wrong here. Come on, let's go learn some shit.” I giggle and he drags me into the restaurant where there are rows of tables set up. We take the one in the back, looking at the food items laid out for us.
“Thank god there’s no meat. I would’ve flipped out.” I murmur, seeing that we are going to be making some sort of Italian dish that has pasta in it.
“Yea, well you can thank me for that. I called and made sure it was a vegetarian meal.” Gerard responds. I kiss his nose as a thank you, making him smile.
After a few minutes, everyone gathers in and the majority of the group were middle aged women. We were the only men and definitely the youngest of them all. I smile to myself, thinking that this is such a “Gerard” thing he would do. But in all honesty, i’m actually excited to learn how to cook whatever it is that we’re cooking. If Gerard and I work out, he can come over and I will make this for him as a little memory type of dinner.
The instructor of the cooking class finally arrives. Everyone looks at her while she begins her little intro to what we are doing today. She has naturally black and curly hair, kind of heavy set, and has a slight Italian accent. She tells us what we are making and it’s something I’ve never heard of. It’s Italian though, that’s for sure.
She tells us how to make pasta and once she is finished, Gerard and I begin to follow the steps she said. We get out the flour and salt, spreading it out on the chopping board. Gerard gets another handful of flour and throws it in my face. I look at him and giggle, doing the same right back at him. The instructor sees us and says, “You two stop acting like kids or you’ll leave.”
Gerard just mutters “bitch” and we get back to working, with our faces covered in flour. We make a hole in the middle of the cutting board and crack our eggs in there. Okay, how the hell are we supposed to mix the eggs without it getting everywhere? I guess we just have to follow what she did. It’s her fault if this makes everything dirty.
Gerard raises his hand and before the instructor says yes, Gerard says “Why couldn’t you just go to the store and get already made pasta there? I don’t know if you know but Frank and I are both gay so we don’t tolerate getting dirty unless we are doing the dirty.” He barely finishes his sentence before he bursts out in laughter at what he just said, as do I.
I hear everyone gasp a little and the instructor responds, “Because in Italy they make it homemade.”
“But we are in America.” I simply state. She just sighs, irritated by us and says if we do one more thing that distracts others, we get kicked out.
We get back to cooking, finally getting the pasta done and as I thought, the ingredients got fucking everywhere. But like I said, it’s the lady’s fault, not ours. We put the noodles in a pot of boiling water and I realize that there is a jar of tomato sauce. Seriously?
“Excuse me but why do we have to make the pasta, but not the sauce? I’m pretty sure people in Italy make that too.” I shout out.
“Because it takes too long to make. Unless you want to be here for three hours waiting for it, then I suggest you be grateful.” She snaps. Damn, this lady is fucking miserable.
I roll my eyes and watch Gerard struggle to open the jar. I remember a trick I saw on the internet for when you have trouble opening jars and decide to test it out. I grab the sauce from him, grabbing a knife and aiming it at a certain direction. Gerard catches on to what I am doing and laughs silently so the instructor doesn’t see me. I finally aim it to the right place and just go for it. The glass end up breaking and falling to the floor, as well as the sauce. You know, I wasn’t expecting it to work out in the first place anyways so this doesn’t bother me. I look down at the mess and sigh, Gerard bursting out with laughter again.
Everyone screams from the sudden noise of the glass, turning to look over at Gerard and I. The instructor comes over and screams at us, telling us to leave and not come back. We do as we are told, walking out onto the street covered in flour and splashes of tomato sauce. Gerard instantly hugs and kisses me.
“Frankie that was the best first date I’ve ever had! I hope every date can go like that.” Gerard squeals.
“You want to get kicked out of somewhere for every date we go on? I’m not saying that can’t happen but wow.” I say, sarcastically.
“Shut up, silly. You know what I mean.” He punches my arm jokingly.
I nod, taking his hand and begin to make our journey back to the bus. We get stares from some people because we have food all over ourselves but it only makes us laugh more.
I don’t think I’ve ever been as happy as I am right now.

Notes

Hey guys! Another chapter, whoop! I have a lot of inspiration for this right now and I didn't want to forget any of my ideas so I wrote another chapter for this instead of my other story. But that story will be updated soon as well!

Comment things that you would like to see happen just for filler chapters because I wanna make sure there relationship goes at a steady pace and everything doesn't happen at once.

Thanks for reading! ^.^